The little conversationIs over very soonAnd I watch in admirationFrom my corner of the room.They shine on you with starry eyesThey rain a friendly storm.Like kids around a Christmas treeAnd then you smile all nice and warm

The little conversationsIf I tried my very bestYou know I never could say anythingIn twenty words or less.Somewhere, sometime, down the lineSomeday I may confess,And spill it all. that's all

The little conversationsOn me are very roughThey leave me all in piecesYou know there's never time enoughLike a book with missing pagesLike a story incompleteLike a painting left unfinishedIt feels like not enough to eat.Starvin'

These little conversationsWell for me they'll never doNow what am I supposed to do withBroken sentences of you? I'll stay in my corner 'causeThat's all that I can doAnd let the others speak for me.Little conversationsAre we.